We do not know what this day might bring.

We cannot see beyond the moment we are woken

by that jangling alarm…

In this new day, shrouded in thick, morning fog,

is woven the grand question facing all.

Will it be the best

or last

of our time here…

Will we return to our warm bed come evening?

To his loving embrace?

To her hungry kiss?

Or will the dark-night-eternal finally find us?

Float us into the grand perhaps?

We can not know.

We can only wake,

climb from our bed,

dress for this day,

stumble into emerging sunrise

and live.